by Flint, Megan
“That… that… whatever you do, don’t stop doing THAT!” she cried as the sensation grew, reached a peak, and then spilled over the side.
Trixie became a river of honey. She could barely breathe. Cy was probably drowning. She stifled a scream, which only made the release more intense, but he refused to stop there, riding her bucking hips as she gushed. He gripped her naked thighs to hold them steady and licked her continuously until the tremors mercifully stopped.
Trixie propped herself up to see him again. He was wiping his chin and mouth clean, grinning with accomplishment. She couldn’t begrudge him that. He took pride in his work.
“Did I break your jaw?”
“You tried, but I’m not easily discouraged. Sorry about your underwear. They, um, got in the way,” he said.
“My panties be damned. Are you sure that wasn’t too much?” Trixie asked, combing a mess of disheveled ginger hair out of her face with one hand.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said.
“You didn’t exactly give me a choice. My head is still spinning.”
“Catch your breath,” Cy suggested, smoothing her dress down. He stood up and moved to sit behind her on the bleachers, “There’s no rush”
Trixie laughed at the irony of that statement. She leaned against him, resting shakily against his chest. “I may be jelly right now, but it’s only temporary.”
Cy smiled easily. “That’s your fault. You shouldn’t taste so good. I didn’t want to stop. You were like…” he looked off to one side, consulting with his thoughts again, “peach mead, if that even exists.”
“I don’t think it does.”
“Well it does now. That was as much for me as it was for you.”
“Such a gentleman.”
Trixie spun around and kissed him again, which still carried a hint of her own juices, and then slipped a hand between his legs, cupping him. He inhaled sharply, not expecting the gesture, but didn’t pull away either. The sky was much darker now, but Trixie didn’t need to see what she was doing. She could feel Cy’s shaft pushing up against his jeans.
“You might be a gentleman, but I won't pretend to be a lady.”
“You don’t have to do that just because I--"
“Helped yourself to my peach mead?" she said teasing him. “It seems only fair that what comes aroung goes around.”
Cy tried to kiss her again, but she pushed him away with a hand on his chest, urging him to lie back. He did as instructed. Now it was her turn.
Trixie stroked the bulge in his jeans. She tucked her fingers into the waistband and undid the zipper. Cy’s appendage escaped his boxers and reached upwards into the cool night air. She pulled his briefs and pants down together and straddled him. Her mound slid along one of his upper legs, causing him to swell even more. Trixie grabbed his organ and passed her thumb over the already wet tip.
“You seem to have started without me.”
“I couldn’t help it. Your taste got me––”
Trixie wrapped her mouth around his cock. She loved cutting him off like that. Her lips widened and narrowed over the ridge of his head, grabbing the base firmly to keep the blood there. She swirled her tongue around his length and Cy groaned with approval.
Trixie turned her head sideways and ran her mouth along his span. She whipped her scarlet hair aside so he could watch her in the fading twilight. She knew the speed men preferred and had every intention of building up to that tempo, but not yet. Cy found his words again.
“If you’re not a lady, then I don’t care to meet one.”
She cupped his sack and felt only smooth skin. Trixie always tried to reward excellent hygiene. She kissed each one, lingering to caress them with her mouth. Cy's hips moved beneath her legs. He was ready. She took him in her mouth again. Trixie gripped his member and darted up and down, adding a little twist with her hand each time. She reached between his legs at the same time and stroked the muscle behind his balls. Cy gripped the bench on either side of him.
Trixie strengthened her grasp and focused entirely on sucking his head, pumping the stem with her other hand. Cy exhaled a primal grunt. That’s when Trixie accepted him down her throat. Up and down she bobbed. The hand that had been stroking him swirled around his length with each descent of her lips. Her other hand reached down and fondled his sack, playfully passing each one between her fingers. She could feel him swell along his span.
Cy blew out of himself in powerful spurts, jetting waves of thick cream down her throat. Trixie took it all, which she decided had a citrus taste. Clearly there was no end to how considerate Cy could be. When he finally stopped coming, Trixie withdrew unhurriedly, licking him clean with a devious tongue.
“If I had to guess, you eat a lot fruit,” she said with a wry smile.
Cy shook his head in disbelief. “You’re all kinds of surprising. No woman has ever done that for me before. I don’t think you spilled a drop.”
“I didn’t,” she said proudly, “You’re spoiled for good now.”
Cy laughed. “Nothing escapes you, does it?”
“Nope. It’s my superpower. I try not abuse it, unless I’m hungry. Then Trixie has to be fed.”
“And does Trixie always get what she wants?” Cy asked.
She liked that he didn’t beat around the bush.
“I don’t deny myself what I want if that’s what you mean, like tonight… when I saw you for the first time.”
“Are you in the village long?” Cy asked hopefully.
“Two nights. How about you?”
Cy considered his answer. “I'm here the same days as you, on business.”
Trixie didn’t mind pillow-talk, or bleacher-talk as the case may be, but her cravings weren’t even close to satisfied yet. “Do you have any business right now, Cy short for Cyril, or are you free for the evening?”
She lightly brushed his length with her fingernails, refusing to let him deflate. Cy was already rallying at her touch.
“I have to wake up early, but I’m not doing anything tomorrow that can’t be done on little or no sleep.”
Trixie liked how he thought. “Well I have the Fairview Suite all to myself, unless you can offer something better?”
“The Fairview? No, I definitely can’t top that.”
3. Harridan Unleashed
Cy and Trixie made their way through the streets, holding each other up. They were still a little weak-kneed and drunk from their orgasms. As they approached the hotel entrance, Cy paused.
“I’ll meet you upstairs. Let me pick up a few things first. Remind me, which floor is the Fairview on?”
“The eighth.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Cy kissed her wantonly before leaving. She loved his affectionate enthusiasm. There was definitely excitement between them. For now, however, Trixie kept her emotions walled up. She had gone through too many promising beginnings and Cy hadn’t been tested yet. Their evening was off to a roaring start, but there was no telling how he would react when she really cut loose.
Trixie suspected he was buying the basic sundries for a spontaneous evening. Another point in his favor. Not only was Cy considerate, but he didn’t presumptuously carry condoms with him at all times. She caught a disheveled reflection of herself in the hotel glass doors, but didn’t quicken her stride. Trixie winked at the female concierge just to see her expression. The woman stiffly took notice but went right back to work.
Arriving at her room, she had just enough time to freshen up and slip into something more comfortable before his knock. Trixie checked the spy hole first. She wasn’t about to give the bell hop anymore tips. Seeing that the coast was clear, Trixie opened the door bedecked in a see-through camisole that she fully expected would end up on the floor soon. She struck her best pin-up pose as Cy started to speak.
“I picked up some mead for––"
He stalled in mid-sentence and did a humorous double-take. That’s twice she caught him off guard. It took him a flatt
ering five seconds to form words again.
“Forgive me for saying this, but the less clothes you wear the better you look.”
“Only if you forgive me for making the same assumption about you,” she threw back.
His white shirt stretched across a broad chest that was accentuated even more by a thin waist. Not missing a beat, he stepped into the room and effortlessly hoisted Trixie up with one arm, cupping her backside. She loved how easily Cy weilded his strength without being a thick-necked body builder. His muscle was practical rather than bulky.
Trixie bit her lower lip and gripped him with both thighs, using rigorous months of training to hold on tight. Cy swept a foot behind him and slammed the door shut. He placed the bottle of mead on the nearest of two nightstands and lowered them onto the closest bed.
“Two beds?” he asked.
“Long story, but I’m here alone. We can push them together if you like. Or, you know, migrate them together,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
Cy smiled and leaned in to kiss Trixie as she undid his belt. He stopped for a moment to notice that she was already undressing him.
“I can barely keep up with you!”
Trixie knew she was coming on strong, but it didn’t seem to bother Cy. His arousal was already peaking over the waist of his jeans with a lustful cyclopean eye. Trixie couldn’t get to him fast enough and this was only the beginning of her appetite. Her desire for him had only grown more demanding since the bleachers.
Cy kicked off his shoes and pushed down his jeans and boxers while she removed his shirt. The Celtic knot tattoo she had noticed earlier was mirrored on his other arm. She was barely able to appreciate the symmetry before his arms hooked under her knees, tipping Trixie backwards. He pulled them to the edge and stood between her legs, appendage poised above her stomach. She loved how easily he could position her body. Excellent beginning Cy, don’t stop now.
Trixie had forgone panties this time in favor of the camisole alone. He undid the tie and opened the front, laying her bare for the first time. Cy drank in her shape and then leaned over to kiss a nipple, fondling the other one while he supported his weight atop her body. His erection brushed her inner thigh.
She yearned to be filled with his member. Cy raised himself up on both arms and grinned, lightly touching her belly with the tip of his head. She was past playing. Trixie pulled herself up to Cy and gave him a kiss that turned into a bite, while rubbing her breach along the length of his throbbing rod.
She could feel herself moisten, coating his shank. Cy was starting to seek access as well, but stopped short of penetration. He pulled away, knelt down between her legs, and probed her slit orally while donning a rubber jacket.
She wanted to yell “Why aren’t you fucking me yet?!” but changed her tact.
“Fill me Cy. Plough me with your cock.”
Okay, not much better, but it got the point across. He shot her a brief glance in her direction, possibly unaccustomed to such brazen words, but was not discouraged. Patience Trixie, she told herself. He’s doing both at once, which is better than most men can manage.
Cy stood up, pushed down on each of her bent knees, and spread Trixie wide. She held the position as he drew his shaft across her mound and then plunged into the depths of her cunt. Trixie inhaled as he explored the full expanse of her cave. Cy made quick jabbing thrusts, recoiling slowly to tease himself. She could tell he liked to watch himself disappear inside her cleft. Trixie understood. She liked to watch herself being taken.
A brawny arm slid behind her back and lifted Trixie off the bed until they were face to face, but with him standing. She grabbed his shoulders but Cy was so unyieldingly horned that Trixie thought he could probably support her weight with erection alone. That’s when he began driving again, gripping her ass in both hands.
“Show off,” she said as her face flushed.
Trixie was no idle passenger. She gripped him between her thighs, putting those core exercises to good use, and matched his rhythm, driving down as he pushed upwards. Cy was long enough to easily collide against the back of her sheathe, sparking a sting that intensified each time he made contact. It was going to send her over the edge, but not for the main event.
Cy was starting to sweat. Good, she thought, he should work hard. She felt the familiar heat spread outward from the pit of her stomach and then expel, rippling in every direction at once. She rode the shockwave with a moan that quickly amplified into a wail as Cy kept colliding against the furthest end of canal. Her nectar had nowhere to go but down, drenching him with overflow. Cy only slowed after she did.
Trixie would need to be revved up a little more before she was ready to completely release, but Cy was off to a wonderful start. She opened one eye to take in the world again. He had been watching her cum face the whole time.
Trixie was about to make a joke about how ridiculous she must look, but he interrupted her before the words got out.
“You’re amazing.”
“You’re the one doing most of the work,” she said.
“I don't want you to think I'm lazy.”
“There’s no chance of that, but I’m not done with you yet.”
She kissed Cy ravenously as he lowered them back onto the bed, placing her underneath him. He lightly stroked her belly with the tips of his fingers, took one of her nipples between his teeth, and pulled. She gasped.
Trixie spun around and lifted her backside in the air, presenting herself for the taking. She looked over her shoulder at him through one of her painted eyes. No more play, she thought. I want to be taken roughly. He got the idea, but that didn’t stop Trixie from making it clear.
“Spread me open Cy,” she panted. “Pummel my cunt.”
Her backside was smaller than before she started training, but there was still a residual jiggle left that she wanted to tone up. For now it would give him some padding. She held herself there, rubbing her plumage against his belly. Trixie had so many new muscles that it was an easy pose to hold. She didn't have to taunt him long. Cy pushed her down against the mattress under his weight and guided himself between her inviting lips.
“Oh gods yes,” she purred. “Take me like that.”
Cy worried her mound in this position for a while, taking ownership of her body. He plummeted her threshold slowly and fiercely, slamming up against her buttocks. Trixie grabbed fistfuls of duvet to brace herself against each impact. She was drizzling as his thrusts became more forceful. Cy felt incredible. Trixie loved being at the mercy of his strength, so long as her needs were also attended. She knew they would be soon. He was doing everything right.
Cy withdrew abruptly and hoisted Trixie up onto her hands and knees with no less ease than if she had been a part of his body. He wasn’t absent long. Cy returned to her cave immediately and firmly drove himself back inside. She took him willingly, looking back over a shoulder.
“Like this Cy? Is this how you want me?”
His penetrations were fast but controlled. Trixie could tell he was trying to hold back, but she wanted him close to release. She reached back between her legs, grabbed his balls, and stroked them. Trixie quivered as he inflated even more.
Cy began pounding her more urgently, pushing up against her enveloping loins with his formidable length. This position had the ability to trigger her cataclysmic release, but Trixie wanted to have one more go around before that happened. She was winding up her body to let go all at once. She was confident Cy had the discipline to make it possible.
Trixie dropped forward onto her chest and reached back with both hands, stroking Cy's flank to embolden him. She was blind, face buried in pillows, but could feel everything that mattered. Her cheeks spread wide in this position. Every part of her pale body was on display. Every corner where the sun didn’t shine was revealed. Cy got to see it all and bask in the unquenchable vortex of her sex. This was her wild card and Trixie was utterly devoid of shame.
“Fuck me Cy!” she screamed. “FUCK ME DEEPLY!”
> His girth was like a steel pole when she came again in waves. Her spacious cunt slapped around his member. Cy pulsed with blood. She could feel that he was about to release. He had already come in her mouth, but she knew there would be more, somewhere deep inside his root. Trixie couldn’t have him spending his second and probably last seed of the night, not while it was still keeping him hard.
Trixie sprang off his erection without warning and turned to face him. Her juices covered his groin with a glistening sheen. His eyes, however, look confused and a little betrayed, especially when he was so close. Trixie wasn’t going to abandon him. Not now. Everything led to this moment.
Trixie pushed Cy onto his back, causing his appendage to stand at attention, which she handily grabbed and plunged up between her legs. He sighed with pleasure as she lowered herself on him. Trixie was driving now and Cy’s stomach was exactly the surface against which she wanted to grind. Deprived of imminent release, his rigidity was guaranteed now, and that was by design. Trixie knew she was being selfish, but had long since forgiven herself when it came to this orgasm.
She didn’t pick up strangers in the hope that they would satisfy her needs. Trixie gave them a chance to prove themselves –– to a point –– after which she took over. Cy had done well to get her this far, but it was impatience that got the best of Trixie now, not performance. He definitely had potential. Even so, what was about to rain down on him would be the most telling of all.
Trixie closed her eyes and took the posture of his aroused organ. She circled her hips with a steady cadence, repeatedly sliding up the slope of his muscular belly and down into the shallow pit of his crotch. Her pale face grew increasingly flush with every crank of her hips. Trixie's breaths came in starts, labored through parted lips and rosy cheeks. There was no stopping now. She lifted her long ginger mane up with both hands and uncorked the bottle of steam deep within her breach. The hidden reservoir would boil over any second now.
“You’re so warm," Cy said concerned, "Are you alright?”
He reached up and touched her belly.